Delusional Intoxicant Fit- Part 3 “Fell in love with an stripper”

So incendiary and decadent. Forlorn fruit. Surrendered temptation and sullied decency. Backsliding into adolescence when idealistic intentions reigned supreme and the rain superseded the thunder and lightning superficially ceded inelegantly against the criminally abused barn door of brilliance that suspends our disbelief only long enough to slap us squarely across the face of our fading innocence and still baiting our breath with puffs of paradise. Yet, still, here I sit again. Heart in hand and hand trembling by that brush with intimacy that provokes the deeper spiral into oblivious and obvious obsession. Dark and damp and a quiver full of courage. Dancing arrogantly at the edge of the abysmal apparition. There stands the parthenon of ethos in the garden of eros. And so the delusion unfolds yet again. For those of you now familiar with the protocol of this pestilence only you will bring relative perspective to this now haggard formulaic folly. Disassociated darlings dance precariously upon pin heads of pathos and query the wizard of odd demanding remedy to the rantings that the wind delivers unsuspectedly in their laps. A twitter and a tap. A pitter and a pat. A diddle de do and a fromm fromm bedupe. So resonates the since rusted wires of previous melodic majesty and the plucking only invigorates the masses. Deeper into the worm hole we tumble with eyes fixed steadily on retreating horizons at the dawn of time. Fallen flawed feral friends felt the fear of fictitious fantasy and in forbidden factories. Yet still the winds evolve and the tide withdraws its minions removing its transparent intent thusly. Deep breath in and spat sarcasm indiscreetly outward again. Restfulness awaits and therein lies the lye of reason. Cleansing the corpuscles. Evicting the malignant while convicting the benign. Harboring the blind while perfecting the rhythm and rejecting the time. The time. The time that at eye-blink speed has so harshly cast you aside and so cruelly castrated your inside while still the insipid serenity bleeds from your otherwise still beating, hand held heart.